#the struggle is real tho

[bugeyedfreaks]

Hi! I was just wondering if you have any good fanfic recs? I have been rewatching PPG and craving good extra content, and I've found a handful, but most of it is.... stuff I am not super into lol. I found your blog and it seems like you and I have very similar tastes so I'd love to read anything you have enjoyed!

For some reason, I can’t even find the original post on my own blog (thanks, Tumblr’s barely functional search function! 😩) but @haunting-song (who I will forever credit for finding me this 💖) sent me an archive of some super old fanfics from back in the day from some of the OG PPG fans. I listed some of my favorites on the post I can’t find, which I’ll link to if I can actually find it at some point, but there are some good ones there that are very much like little episodes of the show and are kinda cute!

Otherwise… I dunno, if you find anything, lemme know! 😆 I’m always on the lookout for fanfic that satisfies my longing for something cool that isn’t one of the popular ships/ultra edgy and grimdark/a crossover, but those seem to be some of the more popular genres. I’m sure there’re some other gems out there somewhere!

[pointyfruit]

Listening to wordless music with baby sensory dancing fruits in the background is the right way to study.

I swear the stars have to align for me to be in good enough hw conditions- I had to put on baby sensory in my peripheral vision to give the illusion of activity similar to a classroom BUT not too close or I'll get distracted by it. I also had provide good lighting or else my vibes will be fucked and I'll get sad halfway through. I added wordless music to further provide good vibes without being a distraction. I also have to stand or get on my knees at my desk. If I sit in bed, my brain will go into lazy sleep mode. All these factors have to be perfectly put in place or that work is n o t getting done at home.

Homework is hard.

[royaltea000]

POV they just told their da shixiong on you

[sicklyjelly]

oh my god do I try

[pistachions]

The entire idea of "talking to someone about a show you both like but it turns out theyre normal about and youre obsessed" is SO real with pnf cuz there's SUCH a difference between "i watched and enjoyed it as a kid" and "ive spent the last 12 years of my life learning the entire script to this show by heart" and it gets SOO embarrassing sometimes lmao

[jellydragons]

been watching a lot of hermitcraft recently and am happy to report that i am hopelessly endeared by these little goobers 💕 they’re like bugs to me

close ups under the cut!

gonna be real this was absolutely just me taking the opportunity to get my grubby lil mitts all up in their character designs lol i heart interpreting mc skins

[fumifooms]

That. That screentone on Chilchuck’s chest in the low open collar. Is Chilchuck having chest hair canon Kui. Kui? Gripping my knee

[shima-draws]

In the middle of this I was heavily reminded of the reason why I told myself I'd never draw Genshin palette swaps again, but the swaps always turn out so nice, but they suck to draw, but they're so fun.........father HELP

[bunnieswithknives]

HELLO WAIT DID I FORGET TO POST THIS HERE (made as a birthday present to a discord friend)

[solargeist]

I love how over time kid xelqua has become less just baby grian and more grian's kid who he found in the woods/somehow created and now the kid represents all of grian's childhood trauma and Catholic guilt and grian is just trying to break the cycle bc there's this magic fucking baby who is the best thing in the world

JKAGJKD yes Exactly, see evo Grian has a lot of family issues, from being an orphan, to the Watchers, he has ISSUES, so raising a version of himself is..... definitely odd, but weirdly healing.. He sees how he was as a kid, he wasn't that bad, he was just a kid ! He didn't deserve to be abandoned or anything. He sees all of his ache in Xelqua, he's very much breaking the cycle.

[mumbo: You alright mate, you have that look in your eyes. grian: no yeah--i'm good, i just.... its easy to raise him, y'know ? i mean, i know he's literally me, but.. it makes me wonder about my own parents--before the watchers, if i was anything like him, i don't know why they left] (-me)

[juniemunie]

"Why am I still doing this?"

"Don't you get it?"

"This is all just a show... and we're playing parts~"

[modjisan]

he’s not as bad as you might think (he’s worse)

[p0rk-guts]

Girls when the flesh is still warm

[niccolites]

promise i have not disappeared off the face of the earth, just am writing an android!price au and it is KICKING my ass rn

general plot is fem!reader is married and price is their new android that her military husband gets her so someone is in the house to keep her safe while he's away. and it's dubcon bc ofc it it. excerpt below while i try to wrangle it into something salvageable lol

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The night before Arthur comes home, you try to sort yourself out. Routine is only another day away and you crave it so bad that your mouth waters with it. You decide you’re going to speak with Arthur when he gets back, tell him that you understand why he has left John with you, but it’s just not working out.

Standing at the kitchen sink, washing clean cups again, let John stand to the side of you. You’re feeling petty, the thought of being rid of him soon filling you with a specific type of bravery. It’s like he knows, you tell yourself. That’s why he’s being so quiet. Waiting for you to speak first rather than the usual, where he lets you know what he’s going to do, as if to forewarn you to not even try.

You hear him stand, turn around just to see him adjust himself in his trousers. You frown, confused. Perhaps stare a bit too intently at his crotch. He looks back at you, amused in the way that you imagine hunters are when they hear an animal yowl in pain from a shot. “Can I help you, ma’am?” he asks.

You flush but refuse to look away from him. “Is that just something to make you seem human? I can’t imagine you actually have -” Cut yourself off. Filthy words that have never been spoken in this house. Only the sweet back and forth of you and Arthur’s routine. Would feel like a betrayal of some kind, as if Arthur will come home and hear the echoing of your foul mouth hours after, bouncing off of the walls and settling into the grain of the wood.

“You asking if I have a cock, sweetheart?” John asks, steps closer. Slippery hands clench around glass. He looks like he’s scented blood, like he wants to dart forward and finally catch you in this elaborate game that you’ve been playing that only he knows the rules to.

“Why would you? What purpose would that have?” you return, frowning at him. Disapproving, a familiar role for you, even if it is relatively passive compared to how you feel now. You feel the absurd urge to hiss at him, poison in your mouth. Feel how it burns your gums.

“Most likely a function for bored housewives,” he drawls, dark eyes intent on you.

You freeze, stare at him. You know that he isn’t supposed to speak to you like that. Know that backchat must not be some certain part of his hardwiring. He seems to be challenging you as well, watching you with that half-smirk, half-scowl of his. You tilt your hand under the hot water, let the snapping burn of your skin pull your focus away.

He clicks his tongue, as if disappointed. Feel the point of his stare on the sink. You twist your hand, the squeak of flesh against glass, grating.

Your skin turns red under the water, the flow shattering against the nerves on the back of your palm before it is suddenly stopped. You startle, heat at your side suddenly as he pulls your hands out of the sink, dries them with a gentleness that quiets you.

The hair across his knuckles tickles against the smooth of your own. He holds them, as if he just wants to. Function done, the gap between one order and the next. You stay quiet, watch him. Study him for once.

He’s openly frowning now, thumb against the blotches of red. “Be careful,” he says, suddenly, as if the temperature reading he has just read on you is not to his liking. Body twisting with displeasure. Feel him run it through his synthetic surface and into your skin, running through wiring and into your blood vessels, becomes your own.

Open your mouth to snark back, silenced when he gives you a firm look. “It’s only water,” you mutter, sullen.

“Doesn’t matter,” he barks back. Culls you. “I don’t want you near the sink.” You bristle. “Or will you wear gloves next time?” He looms over you, a threat in the size of him. The urge to behave for someone bigger than you. The way he doesn’t have to throw you around, the shift of his bicep is implicit enough.

“I’ll wear gloves,” you give in, mullish. Desperate not to be banned from the sink in your own home.

He settles with that, one last smooth over the back of your hand, leaves you feeling like static. “Good girl,” he murmurs. You hear it like a gunshot, and spend the rest of the day with music blaring in the kitchen, hoping to drown that sound out before your husband comes home and finds it in the metal of the sink.

Or worse, hears the intake of breath you emitted. Guilty.

[secretdazedragon]

[saltysoulbean]

I NEED more, I’m so ready to forfeit my first born child to whoever makes more